Chapter 286: Private Territory
Only then did Cheng Yuan notice Wang Shanshan’s presence. He asked coolly, "If I recall correctly, your family’s place is only seventy square meters. Do you really need a servant?"
"That’s ancient history. I’m a homeowner in the Long Lake District now, living in a villa."
Cheng Yuan laughed. "If I recall correctly, your family owes a ton of money to loan sharks. How can you afford a villa?"
Wang Shanshan linked her arm with Chen Weizhong’s and said with immense pride, "My darling gifted me a villa in the Long Lake District! Aren’t you jealous? You could work your whole life and still never afford one!"
Chen Weizhong said with an air of feigned modesty, "Shanshan, don’t be so absolute. What if he gets lucky and wins the lottery?"
"It’s not that I’m looking down on Cheng Yuan, but the cheapest villa in the Long Lake District costs at least ten million. Even if he won the lottery jackpot, he still couldn’t afford it."
The two played off each other perfectly, practically dragging Cheng Yuan’s name through the mud.
The Cheng Yuan of the past would have been unable to argue. For an ordinary person, a villa in the Long Lake District was nothing more than a pipe dream.
But now, all Cheng Yuan felt was disgust.
"Wang Shanshan, your taste is getting worse and worse. Jin Pengfei and He Tianci were young, at least. Now you’re even going after old geezers? I guess you can stomach anything."
Wang Shanshan’s chest heaved with anger, but she had no comeback. Chen Weizhong really was in his forties or fifties—old enough to be her father!
Chen Weizhong’s expression darkened. He said coldly, "Young man, in today’s society, what matters is power, not age! That whole ’the poor boy will rise’ story doesn’t fly anymore. Ordinary people can’t just leap across social classes. A loser like you can only make snide remarks about successful people like us! You’ll never have a beautiful woman like Wang Shanshan."
Wang Shanshan nodded emphatically. She thought Chen Weizhong was absolutely right. ’So what if he’s old? He can save me twenty years of struggle. He can help me climb the social ladder.’
"Cheng Yuan, weren’t you acting so high and mighty the other day? Didn’t you find a super-rich girlfriend? What’s wrong? Did she not give you an allowance? Or was she just an actress you hired?"
Cheng Yuan couldn’t be bothered to deal with Wang Shanshan. Just then, he saw a few familiar-looking security guards on patrol and waved them over.
The guards hurried over, all smiles. "Mr. Cheng, is there something we can help you with?"
"I need a ride, if you don’t mind."
"Of course."
The guards promptly brought over a patrol cart and helped Cheng Yuan get in.
Seeing Cheng Yuan completely ignore her and get into the patrol cart, Wang Shanshan trembled with rage. ’Who does this damn loser think he is, putting on airs like that?’
To help Wang Shanshan save face, Chen Weizhong gently patted her arm and said softly, "Don’t be angry, Shanshan. Let’s follow them and have a look. I know all the homeowners in the Long Lake District. With a single word from me, I can absolutely get that kid fired! We’ll see how arrogant he is then."
Wang Shanshan’s eyes lit up. "Darling, you’re so naughty. But I love it."
The Bentley started up and followed the patrol cart, heading straight for the top of the hill.
Halfway up, Chen Weizhong pointed to a villa on the hillside. "Shanshan," he said with immense pride, "that’s my villa. Starting today, you’re the lady of the house!"
Wang Shanshan trembled with excitement. ’I can’t believe the villa President Chen gave me is halfway up the hill!’
She had secretly looked it up just a moment ago—villas halfway up the hill were priced around fifty million! ’I’ve really struck it rich this time!’
However, Wang Shanshan was getting a little nervous. ’The patrol cart hasn’t stopped yet, which means the family Cheng Yuan works for must be very powerful. Will they even give my darling the time of day?’
"Don’t worry, Shanshan. As long as it’s not one of the top ten villas, I have some pull. They won’t cross me over a mere servant."
As he spoke, the patrol cart drove past the midway point and entered the area at the top of the hill.
Chen Weizhong’s expression grew grave. "Shanshan, this might be a bit tricky. I didn’t expect Cheng Yuan to be working at one of the top ten villas. The residents of those villas are all major figures in Luocheng. I’m afraid my word won’t carry any weight with them."
Wang Shanshan comforted him, "Darling, even if the family Cheng Yuan works for is incredibly powerful, that has nothing to do with him! It doesn’t matter if you can’t pull any strings. Cheng Yuan is just an underling. There’s no need to trouble yourself over a nobody like him."
"You have a point, Shanshan. Now I’m a little curious... which villa does he actually work at?"
Cheng Yuan noticed the Bentley was still tailing them and asked, slightly annoyed, "I thought you said the summit was a private area? Can just any Tom, Dick, and Harry come up here?"
The guards’ expressions changed instantly. They stopped their cart and blocked the Bentley.
"President Chen, the summit is private property. You are not authorized to be here. Please leave immediately!"
Chen Weizhong’s face fell. "I’m a homeowner in the Long Lake District."
"I’m sorry, President Chen, but those are the rules of the Long Lake District."
Chen Weizhong’s expression shifted, but ultimately, he didn’t dare force his way through. The people living in the top ten villas could bankrupt him with a single sentence!
"Fine. We’ll leave immediately."
Cheng Yuan shot Wang Shanshan a mocking look. "Wang Shanshan, it seems your eye for talent is really lacking. This is the extent of your sugar daddy’s power? He can’t even get to the summit?"
Wang Shanshan’s face turned livid. She shrieked, "Cheng Yuan, what’s so great about you being a servant in a top-ten villa? It’s your boss who’s impressive, not you!"
The guards exchanged bewildered glances. ’Mr. Cheng is the owner of Villa No. 1. Him? A servant? Is this woman serious?’
Not wanting to lose face, Chen Weizhong took out his phone and dialed the number for the owner of Villa No. 3.
"President Huang, it’s Weizhong. I’ve come by to give you a work report."
"Alright, come on up."
Chen Weizhong was overjoyed. He looked smugly at the guards. "I’m going to report to President Huang. Are you really going to stop me now?"
The guards gave Cheng Yuan an apologetic look. "Mr. Cheng, President Huang is the owner of Villa No. 3. What are your instructions?"
Cheng Yuan shrugged nonchalantly. "If a homeowner said they can enter, then let them enter."
The patrol cart started up again, heading directly for Villa No. 1.
Chen Weizhong brazenly followed. He was getting really curious. ’Which villa does Cheng Yuan actually work at?’
With Chen Weizhong in tow, the patrol cart drove straight to the summit, not stopping until it reached Villa No. 1.
Cheng Yuan got out, not even bothering to spare a glance for the Bentley behind him. He swiped open the gate and walked into Villa No. 1.
Behind them, Chen Weizhong and Wang Shanshan were completely dumbfounded.
Villa No. 1?
Cheng Yuan just walked into Villa No. 1??